Birthright

Brian smirked and took the watch. “It’s not a one-way street.” He slapped the band around his wrist and fumbled with the clasp. “Especially when what I told you could land me in an FBI lab for experimentation. What’s the worst I could do to you?” He looked up through a hank of hair. “Scold you to death?” He finished with the watch. The cassettes were still in his pocket. He’d carry them down for her and let Holly take it from there.